Disclaimer: I own nothing from Supernatural. Just my OFC's .
Author's notes: This is my first Supernatural fic please be gentle. No mention of Dean and Sam in this Chapter. I am laying down the background of my original character first.
Chapter One – Casualties
A loud single gunshot is echoed into the surrounding darkness. The black crows at atop trees scatter into the sky in a sheet of black. The moon stays hidden behind the night clouds.
A young woman in the middle of a rundown room kneels in prayer. Her long black hair curtains her face. The hand around a wooden rosary hung around her neck begins to be coated with drops of tears. She is silently praying, as tears stream from her eyes to her blood coated fingers.
"God please forgive me, please forgive me, and please give me strength…" Her lips read, still no sound can be heard.
The white moonlight peaks through the cloudy window and lights the room. Her body is covered with cuts and bruises. The white shirt she wears is unrecognizable; it is dirty with dust and dried blood. From the rip in her shirt the black and purple of her back is a horrendous contrast from her caramel skin.
A laugh breaks the silence of the room. Her head snaps up to look through the doorway. Her hand drops from the rosary and she kisses the silver cross before tucking it into her shirt. She takes her hair in her hands and ties it into a clean ponytail. As she moves to rise to her feet her hand reaches for the gun by her knees.
In the other room, a young man is tied down to a chair his eyes an evil black. His black hair and black eyes take away from his angelic face. The same rosary is around his neck as he thrashes in the chair. The smell of his own burning flesh floods his nostrils as the silver cross marks his chest. He laughs a loud obnoxious rumble. He sees her approach through the doorway his bloody lip twitches into a wide smile.
"Your beautiful you know that?" He says to her as he licks his lips and tugs at his bonds.
She doesn't reply nor meets his eyes.
"What a grave sin it would be, if you have let me have my way with you." He continues.
She moves closer to him now. The gun in her hand is visible to him.
"Now, now little sister, what are you doing with big brother's gun?" He mocks her as she crosses in front of him and kneels to check the makings on the floor.
She will not let him see she is afraid. Her free hand is clenched into fists to stop it from shaking. A breath is taken in by her lungs to relax her. She releases her clenched fist and moves her hand over the markings. The trap he taught her so long ago is now put to use against him.
I am sorry, Adam, she says in her mind. The big brother she has known for twenty-four years is gone. Her only family is gone.
The monster in the chair grins in delight.
"Eva, baby girl let me go," He says so sweetly.
Her heat constricts with pain and a memory fills her mind.
It was another one of his practical jokes that got him in a headlock and my knee jabbed into his back.
"What did I tell you about messing with my stuff, huh Adam?" I say in a singsong voice that puts a smile on my face.
"Eva… baby girl… baby sister…. baby love… let me go" he tries to reply but I cut him off every couple of words by squeezing tighter. He taps out. I release him.
"Uh huh, that will teach you" I reply as I jump off his back and make my way to try to unglue my favorite shirt from the dresser.
He rolls onto his back. His big old cheeky smile spread across his face.
"Riiiiight, Eva you think I will ever leave you alone?" He replies as he points at me.
"Whatever, you owe me a shirt you jerk!" I reply as I throw the motel's hard pillow at his face.
"I love you to baby sis" His reply mumbled by the pillow currently flat across his face.
"Hurry up! We have to get out of here before they find that decapitated vampire you left in the street" I reply as I start throwing my stuff and his into the duffle bag.
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming," He says as he gets up and pulls on my ponytail. He gets a shove in the stomach and we continue packing.
"Shut your mouth" She replies. It is harsh and speaking that way to him leaves a nasty taste in her mouth.
"Now get the hell out of my brother!" She shouts.
"If only it were that easy huh, Eva?" He replies calmly.
"You know there is only one way to get rid of me, that is if you even want too" He's looking at her eyeing the bruises and cuts he had given her.
"Besides your brother is gone, you know that, and it's your fault". He laughs again, not the happy sweet playful laugh of her brother, but an evil laugh that unnerves her.
His eyes close. When they open they are the deep rich brown color she remembers.
She takes a step back and her eyes threatening to send tears down her face.
"Adam" She whispers. Her finger clicks the safety off the gun in her hand. She moves behind him to collect herself.
She moves to the desk by the opposite wall. Takes up the journal with his handwriting and her own and flips to the page that she needs.
She looks up to see the back of his head. In tune with her thoughts he turns his head and tries his best to find her. He does. Their eyes meet.
He smiles the smile only reserved for her. She smiles the same smile back.
She starts to speak in Latin.
Exorcizo te, omnis spiritus immunde, in nomine DeiI exorcise thee, very unclean spirit, in the name of God
She says as she makes the sign of the cross. The demon in her brother screams an unholy scream. The eyes of her brother lost in blackness again.
"You fucking bitch!" He replies seething with anger. His body is jerking uncontrollably in the chair.
Patris omnipotentis, et in noimine Jesu Christi Filii ejus, Domini et Judicis nostri, et in virtute Spiritus
the Father Almighty, and in the name of Jesus Christ, His Son, our Lord and Judge, and in the power of the Holy Spirit
"I am going to kill him, you hear me, I am going to take him with me to hell!" He screams at her.
She moves around him circling him as she continues her words.
Sancti, ut descedas ab hoc plasmate Dei , Adam uod Dominus noster ad templum sanctum suum vocare dignatus est, ut fiat templum Dei vivi, et Spiritus Sanctus habitet in eo.
that thou depart from this creature of God, Adam which our Lord hath designed to call unto His holy temple, that it may be made the temple of the living God, and that the Holy Spirit
The chair that holds her brother is now violently moving across the floor and the thrashing body in it grunting and screaming in pain.
et Spiritus Sanctus habitet in eo. Per eumdem Christum Dominum nostrum, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos, et saeculum per ignem.
May dwell therein. Through the same Christ our Lord, who shall come to judge the living and the dead, and the world by fire.
The page of where she reads is wet from the tears she did not know she was shedding. She is standing in front of him to finish.
In odorem suavitatis. Tu autem effugare, diabole; appropinquabit enim judicium Dei.
And to you, O devil, be gone! For the judgment of God is at hand.
The body in the chair in front of her stills, then a violent scream escapes and the blackness escapes her brother into the ground below them.
She drops the journal in her hand and runs to untie her brother. He falls straight into her arms. She is sobbing uncontrollably the tears making it impossible to focus on her brother's face. She lays him on the floor and cradles his head in her lap.
She looks down at her brother's angelic face, the resemblance of her own features reflected back onto her. She runs her thumb across his cheek, her tears dampening the cold flesh beneath her hands. She struggles to reach for her jacket in the corner and places it on the now bleeding gunshot wound from her brother's stomach.
"I am sorry Adam, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry" She repeats as she tried to stop the bleeding from her brothers abdomen. The wound she herself caused only hours ago.
He coughs, blood spews out of his mouth to coat her shirt.
"Adam! Oh God, Adam!" She says to her brother in her arms. He stirs.
"Eva, baby girl, don't cry" He replies so soft and slow. "It's okay"
He lifts his hand reaching for hers. She takes it in her bloody hand, the blood, his blood, now coats both hands.
"I'm sorry, I am so, so sorry" She replies breaking down into pieces in front of her brother.
"Shhh Eva, it's okay, I'm okay" He replies, he's slowly losing consciousness in front of her.
"Love you baby sis" He whispers. Then he stills.
"ADAM!" She screams, burying her head in his chest.
The rich yellow and gold of the flames in front of her plays in the blankness of her eyes. She watches as the wooden rosary burns and the silver cross melts from the chest of her dead brother. He died and it was her hand that pulled the trigger. She had no choice but to do it should have she let that monster live inside the only person she loved in this world. It was all her fault. Guilt blankets every inch of her soul.
When the flames die and the smoke runs clear she moves away into the incoming sun in silence. All that is heard is the start of a car engine in the distance.